|daniel lives a (bene_placito) wrote in repose,|
@ 2020-01-07 18:46:00
|Entry tags:||*news, daniel webster|
[Not really news: Music Store Occupants]
[(TIME FUZZ. So it happens whenever it's convenient for you.)
The contents of the first apartment of the music store, whose only occupant is currently the white cat Mimi, has been lately altered. The changes are subtle and take a moment to notice, but anyone who goes in there often enough might figure out what is different about this picture, if they weren't distracted by more monumental events.
The furniture is unaltered, the great bed with its missing canopy still a king of white duvet and fluffy pillows, the stout bookshelves still crammed with old books forced in at all angles. Daniel's various odds and ends are still largely housed in wood crates the size of steamer trunks stacked somewhat haphazardly against one wall. Blue tea towels still hang from the oven door. The reading lamp is still plugged in over the big armchair, and the chipped mugs and silver tea set are all still in place, if a bit dusty. Mimi's toys are still scattered about, and her litterbox is in the otherwise untouched bathroom.
However, the microwave is gone. So is the phone charger, which used to be by the bed. The record player is gone, and the radio too. There's a straight razor hidden in a drawer instead of an electric one charging on the bathroom sink. Rather than the old brick of a laptop computer, there's now a manual typewriter in astonishingly good condition with a strange linen-paper sheet set onto the roller. The sheet is blank. The typewriter doesn't have a plug, but it clicks every now and then, as if waiting.
All the modern newspapers that used to stack up by the door are gone. So are the magazines. And the paperback novels--and in fact, anything published after Queen Victoria's death is MIA. The place feels kind of spacious... and anticipatory.]